" I'll miss you so much" Ila cried into my shoulder
"me too" I hugged her as tight as I could, then let her go
"goodbye" she said as she got into her car
"I love you, Goodbye, dont forget to visit" She's moving all the was across the country; To New york. Right now were in Navada.
I watched as her car drove away, I sat on the ground and put my head inbetween my knees and cried. About twenty minutes later. I wiped my tears away and walked home. Night was falling and the sky was orange. I walked past store fronts, when I passed the river. I looked over the edge. I wonder what my future holds. I kept walking till the store fronts stoped and houses started.
I lived in a small house with my mom, and whoever shes dating. I visited my dad every other weekend. My two brothers lived with him. And my oldest sister lives with her boyfriend. I rarley talk to any of them. I opened the door. Gone again.
I slamed the door and started screaming and crying and shaking and I dont even know but I know I was alone, at home and and evething else. I ran into my room, thats when I realized my mom WAS home and was knocking on my door asking what was wrong, but I didnt want to answer. She finaly stopped and went away. I cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up. I regreted it. Loud Screams Were coming from the living rooms. It was my dad. He's here to pick me up. And Its never good when my mom and dad get near each other. I quickly got my things in a backpack and brushed my hair so it had looked as if id been up for a while. I walked out of my room to see my parents yelling at each other. I looked at them both.
"YO!!! IM READY TO GO LETS LEAVE!!!" I yelled
"ok fine" my dad said
"bye mom" I gave her a hug and walked out to my dads car
The car ride was silent, I stared out the window. The smell of beer filled the car. Even thought theres none in here.
"what ever happened to that on friend issie or whatever" he said after a while
" its ila, and she moved. Yesterday accualy" I stated
"ohh" he said
We pulled into his drive way. He lived in a two story house built in like 1940, It surrounded by corn feilds and dirt roads. I really hated it here. But i'm forced to be here.
I open the door that leads into the kitchen to see one of my brothers standing there. I almost cry because I havn't spoken to him in so long,And we used to be friends. But I see him every other weekend. I walk past him trying not to look at him too much. The tile floor was old and sagged in some spots. I went up the stairs and threw my stuff on the couch I sleep on, theres a small tv and a pile of blankets up here. When I come over I usually get the whole upstairs to myself because my other brother's never here. Theres a bathroom a bedroom and this little living room that im sitting in, right now. Everyone elses room is downstairs. I turn in the tv, For about two hors I watch reruns of some old tv show called the rifleman. By then I've memoriezed the intro. My thoughts are interupped by my father saying dinner is done. I skip my way down the stairs and grab dinner. Its mac'n'cheese, Its my favorite but I dont take much. I wasn't expecting to get cought up in coversation so I was surprized when my dad started talking
"hey come here"
"what dad?"
"why dont you talk to your brother?"
"he doesnt talk to me"
"thats no reason"
"yeah it is"
"okey whatever. If you two arent talking by tomarrow, Im taking those tvs, and Im going to throw them in the river" he was compeltely serious
"okay fine" I walked upstairs and sat on the couch eating some mac'n'cheese here and there but mainly waching that tv show.
Later that day dannel(my brother) came upstairs and sat on the other end of the couch
he asked "whats your favorite color?"
"black"
"oh...okay" he gets up and walks away
I dont know what that was for. I lay down after awhile, and fall alseep.
My weekend after that consist of watching tv and talking to dannel. I felt like a slob the whole time but thats okay.
